We pull into the picnic site at just after ten o'clock, after a few hours in the pubs in Edgware where Mary has been flaunting herself at the males (bending over from the waist to pick up dropped change, exposing her stocking tops and thong; allowing me to finger her in the street outside and be spotted by groups of young men). It is still relatively quiet, only a few cars with single guys, so she orders me into the back and tells me to strip.
All evening, I have been wearing red cami-knickers and a red basque under my clothes, accompanied by black hold-up stockings. Once I am down to this, she tells me to stop and get back in the front. Mary herself is wearing a black basque, skimpy transparent black thong and black fishnet stockings with suspenders under a red mini-skirt and red button jacket. She reclines her seat, wiggles her skirt up, and bids me squat in the footwell and lick her through the front of her knickers, the moisture from my tongue making them even more see-through.
I hear the flare of a match and glance up to see that she has wound down the window and lit a cigarette. She blows smoke in my face and as I blink she pulls down the top of my basque and pinches my left nipple hard between her finger and thumb. Then she blows out the match, tests the heat against her finger tips, and presses it into the exposed tip of my nipple. I gasp at the unexpected heat and jerk backwards. She slaps my cheek with the flat of her hand and sharply commands me to stay still. Then she opens her jacket, pulls down the front of her basque to just below her swelling breasts, lifts my hands to play with them and pushes my face back between her legs, where I continue to lick her long and slow through the brief material.
I hear another car pull into the car park and draw to a halt alongside ours. Mary draws her jacket over her breasts, covering my hands. A car door opens and closes, and a gruff male voice says, "Good evening." Mary returns the greeting, and some small talk follows as they size each other up. From what I can hear from between Mary's thighs, the guy is married but out on his own. I see a shadow as he leans into the car and kisses Mary full on the lips, then my hands are pulled aside as the man reaches into her jacket and gropes her breasts. "Who's he?" he asks.
"Oh, that's Julian. Tonight he's my slave," Mary responds.
"We'll have to put him to the test later, then." This statement fills me with both trepidation and excitement, as I think of what might follow. "Let's get you out in the open."
Mary winds-up the window, and then opens the door. I step out, shivering slightly, not from the cold, but from my exposure in this public place. Mary steps out behind me, locks the door and puts the keys in her jacket pocket. Then we follow the man over towards the trees, where there is a picnic table. We hear other car doors open and close behind us, and glancing back I see a handful of other men also approaching. Mary sits herself down on the table. "Hello guys," she says to the new men joining us, "I'm Mary". They form a semi-circle around the end of the table and start to reach out and stroke her through her clothes. Mary stands and slips off her jacket and skirt, putting them into the rucksack which I only now notice she brought from the car with us. As she sits back down, the men reach into the cups of her basque and pull aside the front of her thong to stick fingers into her dripping pussy.
I find myself crowded out and pushed to the back of the group, trying to watch events unfolding before me over the shoulders of Mary's new admirers. The guy next to me has opened the front of his jeans and he takes my hand and presses it over his cock and balls. Hesitantly, I stroke and rub him, feeling him swell further beneath my touch.
In front of me, I see Mary is on her hands and knees on the picnic table and has taken a thick cock into her mouth, while another man is kneeling behind her tonguing her pussy. Her thong has been removed and third man has its crotch pressed against his nose while he wanks next to her. Other men pinch her nipples and stroke her exposed flesh. She glances across at me, removes the cock from her mouth for a moment, whispers, "Enjoying yourself?" to me, and then goes back to sucking on the engorged helmet before her, obviously relishing its taste.
I have almost forgotten about the man beside me, despite holding his erection in my fingers, until he slides a hand down the back of my knickers and starts to work a greased finger into my bottom, whilst another pair of hands reaches around from behind me and pinches my nipples. I gasp, and Mary glances up again, takes her mouth off the cock once more, and says, "Here, use these."
She reaches into the rucksack and produces a pair of nipple clamps and a pair of handcuffs. The man fingering me takes them in his other hand, and then he and his friend lead me over closer to the trees, where they have me kneel next to a fallen tree. My hands are cuffed behind my back and my nipples are pinched until painfully erect, at which point the clamps are applied. At first the pain is intense, but it subsides rapidly in the face of my increasing arousal. Then a swollen cock is thrust in my face, and I open my mouth and begin to tongue the head before it is pushed deeper into my mouth and I begin to suck on it. A little way away, I hear Mary start to moan as a cock is driven into her and begins to thrust. As she nears orgasm, the organ in my mouth begins to buck, and two jets of hot, salty spunk shoot down my throat before it is pulled out, the remainder spattering on my glasses and hair.
